[Chapter Two]

As we walk into our first class, which happens to be English, Megan is disappointed to see that Noah, Max and Dylan are not in the room.

We take our normal seats in back, left corner.

Megan pulls out her book and a pen, ready to take notes while I just sit there.

Why?

I already learnt all this.

Back in New Zealand, we start primary when we're five and high school when we're 12-13. Heaven and I were NCEA level three when we were supposed to be NCEA level one, so it's safe to say I'm way ahead. I mean, my sister was a genius, I had to keep up with her.

And the hood? You're not allowed to wear your hoods up in class, but I do anyway. The teachers gave up trying to get me to pull it down a few months after I started school here.

But no one but Megan knows that I'm actually smart. The teachers eventually got sick of telling me to pay attention in class, so they gave up.

I'm surprised as a different teacher walks into the room. She is short and stubby with grey hair, which is tied back in a tight bun and she has those big, thick framed glasses. Her skin is slightly wrinkly, she looks like she was in her late forties, early fifties and she has a wart on the side of her face.

Holy shit, that wart. It's huge! (That's what she said, hehe)

The wart looks just like the one Lewbert had.

If you've ever seen iCarly, you'll know what I'm talking about.

Megan and I share a look and shudder. No doubt about the same thing.

The wart.

"Okay, class," she begins. "I'm Ms Field and I'm your new English teacher. Your last teacher quit after an inappropriate prank which he was the victim of." The whole class snickers, thinking about the amateur prank Jenny had pulled the other day. "Quiet! I am going to make sure you kids don't do anything like that ever again. And if you do, I won't hesitate to punish you."

Just then, three extremely hot guys decide to waltz into the room.

"Hey, teacher we don't know." Max greets with a smirk while Noah and Dylan stay quiet, Noah not showing any emotion and Dylan with an eyebrow raised.

"You're late. Detention after school!" Ms Field says without hesitation.

Max's smirk is wiped off and replaced with a look of annoyance. "Aren't you supposed to give us a warning for being late, then give us detention?"

"Oh, right. Don't be late again. Detention!" She smirks. Little does she know, she actually looks like a constipated walrus. "Take your seats!"

They all roll their eyes before moving to seat in the last three empty seats left.

Which happened to be right in front of Megan and I.

I chuckled at Megan's excited face.

Suddenly, a hand is slammed on my desk, making me look up at the angry new teacher. "No hoods on in class. Take it off." I shake my head. "Take it off."

I shake my head again. "No." My voice calm.

"I said, take it off!" Ms Field raises her voice. By now, everyone was watching the scene in front of them.

This bitch is really starting to piss me off. Pills or no pills.

"And I said, no."

"Uh, Ms Field, maybe you should just let her keep it on..." Megan trails off nervously, knowing that I'm growing angry.

"Shut up!" The old hag snaps at her. Does this bitch want to get her ass kicked?

"Oi, don't tell her to shut up, you old hag." I snap. From the corner of my eye, I see Max and Dylan share a smirk, but Noah still shows no emotion.

Seriously, is this guy a rock or something?

"DETENTION!" Ms Field yells, walking back to her desk with a red face.

*~*

It is now the end of the day and it's time for detention.

Yay!

Note the sarcasm.

"How about I just ditch?" I suggest as Megan ushers me towards our English classroom.

"No, you are not ditching!" Megan exclaims. I think you can tell who the good girl is out of the two of us.

"Fine." I groan and let her drag me to detention.

"I can wait for you until detention is over." Megan says as we stand outside of the classroom. "I am your ride home."

"Nah, it's alright. I'll walk."

"Are you sure?"

"Megan, I used to walk home all the time in New Zealand. Especially after training." I explain.

"But are you sure?" She asks again.

I roll my eyes. "Yes, I'm sure."

"Okay." She sighs as I start walking into the room. "Text me if you need a ride!" She calls after me.

I just lift my hand and do the Shaka sign.

I walk in and see Noah, Max and Dylan already in there, surprisingly.

"Hoods off in class." Ms Fields says to me, making Max and Dylan look up, but Noah just stares blankly down at his desk

"Shut up." I reply instantly, taking my normal seat in the back left corner, Noah, Max and Dylan being in the back right corner.

"Young lady, I will not hesitate to send you to the principal." Ms Field threatens, her face turning a bright shade of red.

I snort. "Go ahead. He won't care. He knows I won't take my hood off."

Ms Field shuts up and we sit in silence for another half an hour.

"I have to go do something." Ms Field announces, standing up. "I trust that you four will not leave this classroom, but just in case, I am locking the door." She walks out, and just as promised, she locks the door, throwing us a smirk before walking away.

Almost immediately, I hear a scraping of chairs as Noah, Max and Dylan change seats and sit in front of me. Or more like, Max changes seats to sit in front of me and drags Noah and Dylan with him.

"Hey, new girl." Max greets while Noah, Dylan and I just sit there.

"I'm not new. I started here two years ago." I correct.

"Oh." He nods. "Why do you wear that hood?"

I tense up.

I guess Noah noticed, because he furrowed his eyebrows and ran a hand through his hair.

Ooh, I love his hair. It's a nice copper colour and it's wavy, ending just at the tips of his ears, the back being a tiny bit shorter than the top. It's shiny and looks soft and silky.

I just want to run my hands--shut up, Nevaeh!

"No reason." I say through gritted teeth.

"Then take it off."

"Not happening."

"Come on-"

And for the first time today, I heard Noah talk.

Holy hell, he's British.

"Just drop it, Max" His voice is deep and husky.

"But--"

"Max." Dylan speaks up with a warning tone.

Max pouts. "Fine. Can you at least tell us what colour your eyes are?"

"Blue." I answer simply.

"Oh, cool. Mine are caramel."

I roll my eyes. "No shit, Sherlock."

Dylan snickers and a small smirk makes its way onto Noah's face as Max frowns.

Dude, I think that's the most emotion Noah's shown all day.